But 14 years ago, I was pretty immature and naive--and I stumbled upon the most amazing man I will ever know. And I say "stumbled", because I was easily impressed back in those days and satisfied with anyone showing me attention and generally possessing large amounts of confidence.
FYI--confidence, in college boys, is often a disguise for AMAZING immaturity. I like to think of it as the male equivalent of dress-up. Or, in a manner similar to an exotic lizard that uses pretty colors to entice its prey before eating it. Just kidding, I made that lizard stuff up, but it sounds like something I might have seen on National Geographic.
Just kidding, I don't watch National Geographic.
All this to say that I met my husband when we were young, but he was NEVER immature. I had that covered (and then some) for both of us. But he waited patiently for me to understand that happiness does not equal great nights at a bar and sleeping until 2 p.m. When you're 21, you assume the world 1.) notices how *cool* you are, and 2.) is jealous of your awesomeness. Until, of course, you get a clue and realize that normal people think those lifestyle choices are annoying and ridiculous.
Needless to say, I am constantly amazed by my husband, who I don't deserve. We are married because he patiently waited for me to grow up (in some senses, he is STILL waiting)--much as I begged him to just marry me and trust in my fairy godmother to work out the details. I mean, I never used the words "magic" or "fairy godmother" or "pumpkin carriage", but when you advocate that marriage is the way to solve ALL your problems, isn't that really the kind of crazy you are selling?
But almost 14 years after we met, I have a fuller picture of what God placed in my lap. A husband who serves me, constantly. Willingly. He encourages me in all of my hearts desires. He never says no. He isn't impractical or in la-la land (quite the opposite), but he makes everything possible, if it's in his power. He always puts me first. He is a cheerleader of everything I do, even when it takes my time and attention away from him. He is the exact opposite of selfish. He does not do things for me and expect me to return the favor--never in a million years would that be possible. He is one of the most easy-going people you'd ever meet. Legitimately. He's definitely not the type that would act calm and then beat his dog to take out his frustration, is what I'm saying.
I think a lot of people who know Mike think he leads a charmed, easy life. His casualness probably suggests that. Far from it. He works really hard. He doesn't feel entitled to ANYTHING. He doesn't operate based on image or acceptance or appearance. He can be known to worry (secretly), but his attitude, his hope, his confidence, his assurance in Christ--they are truly unmatched.
All this to say THANK YOU to my husband, who selflessly sent me to Florida this weekend (well, starting Wednesday, really), so that I could be with some of my best friends. He put me on a plane happily and willingly--and I know that while I'm gone he will love our children, feed them, read to them AND manage to clean the house in ways I can't even fathom.
Think I am joking or attempting to encourage his home-making skills? Let me just tell you that while I was in Florida last year, he managed to completely potty train Little J.
He knows instinctively how to love and serve me--and he never misses an opportunity. it is humbling and so full of grace that I can hardly believe it. Single-handedly, the reason I know Jesus is because of my husband, who is the hands and feet of Christ, in my life everyday.